A little seed
Becomes a tree
If circumstances
Agree
A child’s heart
Is precious soil
Fertile
To all kinds of plantings
Do we pretend
Death is a game
Or extortion
Mere fun?
Darkness appears
As light
And when received
It will grow branches
Free Gift
The time has come
To look beyond
The veil
A reality
That is more real
Than the physical eye can see
There is a tree
That once bore Thee
Suffering
For all creation
But now it grows
Its love explodes
Giving shelter
An invitation
A life without influence
Does not exist
It may be good
It may be bad
But you will have ripples
Just sing your song
Creator's Joy 